3am (Eminem / Slim Shady Fanfic)

30. Same Song And Dance (Final Chapter)

Robyn's P.O.V.

Everything happens so fast then. And yet everything also moves in slow motion, if that even makes sense.

Probably it doesn't, nothing in this life does anymore.

Audrey is dead. Marshall or Shady... I don't even know which one of them this is at this point, has killed him in cold blood.

And now he is moving towards me.

I'm thinking to myself that he is probably going to end me too now, in retaliation for betraying him.

And I want to run from him, but it's like my legs are rooted to the very spot I'm standing in as I grip at the back of the couch Audrey's now dead body is propped up on.

Poor Audrey, I don't think he even got a chance to put up any fight.

Shady makes his way over to me and snatches me by the arm roughly, slamming my body into his.

I look up into his eyes and ask, "Are you going to kill me too now?" I sound strangely calm and serene. I'm guessing the shock of the entire has made me numb, so numb that I don't even think I'm scared anymore. I don't feel anything actually.

It is what it is.

The corner of his mouth lifts in an evil smirk. Funny, I think I've actually kind of missed seeing that expression on his face. One of pure madness.

I don't even care if he kills me to be honest. Here go my four years of hard work of trying to rebuild my life and become a normal person. Disappearing in front of my very eyes just like that.

"I ain't gonna kill you, Robyn," Shady states evilly. "But you are fucked, baby. So fucked," he adds with a sort of creepily giddy happiness. He gets almost childlike whenever he's got something truly messy in mind, I remember that very well about him.

Next thing I know, I feel a prick of a niddle in my skin.

Then everything goes dark.

..............

When my eyes flatter open, who even knows how much time later, I wake up and I'm laying in some bed in what appears to be like a hotel room or something. I'm feeling really groggy, but force myself to sit up.

I notice that I literally have no clothes on, so I wrap my body in the sheets and get up.

Stumbling over my own feet and holding on to walls for support, I make my way towards where I hear the sound of running water and open the door.

I see Marshall at the sink, casually pouring peroxide over his head, bleaching his hair again.

I feel dizzy and lean against the wall for support, slowly sinking down it.

"Oh shit, you awake?" Marshall says ans puts the bottle of peroxide down, making his way towards where I'm sitting.

It's probably not Marshall though, I think absent-mindedly to myself. It has to be Shady, because Shady is reckless like that. It is a very well known fact that by this point that one of the identifying features of The Slim Shady Killer is that blonde hair of his. And what does this fool do once he breaks out if an insane asylum? Bleaches his hair again. How will he ever be inconspicuous while he's looking like that?

But that's Shady for you, he doesn't care about being inconspicuous.

All those weird random thoughts still going through my brain, I pass out again, whatever Shady has injected me with earlier, still very much active in my system.

My eyelids flatter closed.

............

When I come through again, I'm laying back on the bed again.